It was a relatively peaceful day. Meleager was grazing alone in a nice area of D'ob. He hadn't managed to get here in a while, but today there had been very few herdmembers requesting his help, and he had no other appointments until later that afternoon. He was grateful for the opportunity to relax under the midday sun, to not rush a meal for once, and to think. He felt he deserved it after the stress of trying to sort out this thing with Jocasta...
Their next meeting was still a few days away, thankfully. And he had sorted things out the Castor, equally thankfully. He was getting used to the idea of having children but not heirs. Certainly, he didn't want to back out of the arrangement. There was just the problem of the council - of going public. The herdleader sighed, and turned his attention back to the sweet grass. There were patches of spicy-tasting herbs scattered around here, too, and those thins should be more important to him right now. Everything else could - had to - wait.
